Even though there was a small problem, Brother Shuang did see two evil hounds as a problem. She used a karate chop and sent the two hounds to sleep. She expended some energy to climb up to the second floor directly from outside, to mask her scent trail. That way, even when the two dumb dogs woke up, there would be no problem. However, she was getting hungry again…
When she reached the beam, Ye Shuang rubbed her belly and took out the biscuit to eat. Perhaps it was the genetic breakdown—even though there had not been any sign of serious trouble, the rate at which she digested food had become faster and faster. It was like every cell in her body was fighting a hellish battle with no return.
